[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-638":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681529,2147,"Chapter 638 639: Savior: Not to Hide It, I’m Actually a Man of Culture…","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-638",638,"\u003Cp>After Eden finished speaking, he waited for the Lord of Iron's reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a major decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed Perturabo would not abandon victory that was already within reach, nor the technology of Humanity's golden age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Iron Warriors Legion mattered less to him than technical knowledge, especially when his competitiveness flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man would most likely choose to duel him, even at the risk of losing the Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But for me, the risk isn't low either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I lose, it's not just a catastrophic loss of assets. It also means Perturabo gains a pile of rare technological results, creating unknown risks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already made up his mind. If he truly got unlucky and Chaos obtained the Dreamweaver and the Imperial Emperor, along with everything that came with them…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he could only sacrifice part of his development, pour money into research and military expenditure like a madman, and start an arms race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Savior is this confident… what exactly is he planning?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stared at the holographic projection, hesitating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hesitation was not about whether he would lose the Iron Warriors, but whether he could actually win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the analysis device before him, a bright, glaring number floated there: 89.9999%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his win probability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculated from all known data, excluding any subjective bias.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted that cold logic. Formulas did not lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo fixed his gaze on the win-rate figure, his smile faintly feral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine. I accept. If you win, the Iron Warriors Legion will be yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, the Iron Warriors commanders behind him froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gene-sire was usually cold, violent, and ruthless, but they had not expected him to wager his own sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they had already fallen into Chaos Undivided, such indifference still wounded. It was humiliating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin's voice rose in the smoke-choked chamber, carrying worry and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the palest of the Iron Warriors' sons, his skin faintly reflecting the firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak your thoughts. You seem to disagree?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Aharin and the captains and Librarians behind him, his expression indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are not cargo. Such a wager is not a wise choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps we should have the Savior change his terms, otherwise…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin's voice trembled as he pleaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This son had silently guarded his father for a long time, serving as the closest adviser and bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he dared speak when the Lord of Iron made a major decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone else would likely meet thunderous wrath, even death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every decision I make carries the advantage of logical calculation. Are you questioning my decision?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's face twisted slightly, anger brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have countless reasons to answer you. But not now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin, encased in a brutal Terminator suit, showed a trace of something like heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know the win probability is high, but we do not wish to accept any risk of losing you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if that risk is, by calculation, infinitely close to zero.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More than that, the Iron Warriors are not cargo. We are your sons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that pale son. The other Iron Warriors captains and Librarians dropped to their knees as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knelt in a clatter, utterly loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, there was no furious rebellion, no violent outrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the hope that their gene-sire would reconsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you trying to defy me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or are you trying to betray the Lord of Iron, betray your master? If so, draw your swords now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo's already-thin patience finally snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no patience for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would rather spend his time on what he considered meaningful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such as months shut in a sealed chamber researching an ancient technology, or an entire week in a gallery of collected art, doing nothing but appreciating it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unforgivable!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo stepped forward and seized Aharin by the throat, his twisted temperament erupting in full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not expected his sons to contradict him in front of the Savior, to collectively pressure him like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, he knew his sons carried an intolerable flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their rational thirst for knowledge was laced with too much emotion, along with an uncontrollable impatience and stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined, those traits would inevitably challenge his authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to be frustrated, even crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, once the seed of arrogance took root, the boundary between them and him would blur, then dissolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His authority would slide, and open hostility could follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the Lord of Iron, his sons were not good enough. They were terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loyalty alone was not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted sons as obedient as data-engines: input the command, receive flawless execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he often issued orders for them to fight wars with very low win probabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used cold directives to harden the Legion's obedience, and to cull the unqualified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The only thing you can do is obey. Obey me. Do you understand?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo lifted Aharin off the ground, his grip tightening until suffocation set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not want to kill any son. That was a waste of resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless they had to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fa… Father…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aharin heard bones crack. Several vertebrae had fractured, blood vessels suffering small-scale ruptures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this continued, he would be dying in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was deeply hurt, but his mutated body no longer had tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of death, he forced himself to nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To show acceptance of his gene-sire's decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it was beyond saving. Only one path remained: support the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that knowledge chilled him to the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only Aharin. The other Iron Warriors present felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grief like abandonment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it had not yet happened, the attitude alone proved everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their gene-sire's eyes, the Iron Warriors were merely tradable resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they did not support him, what else could they do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorrow spread through the chamber. The Iron Warriors fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aharin, I hope you accept this lesson. Perhaps this is the last time I tolerate you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo saw no further objections and nodded in satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent a few milliseconds calculating the impact of Aharin's death, then chose to spare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed Aharin to the floor and said stiffly, \"Your worries are foolish sentiment. I will win this duel. That result is inevitable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The chance of a variable is vanishingly small.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned back to the holographic projection and continued the process with the Savior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I accept your terms. Next, we will use a sorcerous ritual array to sign the contract.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A warp-bonded pact is our guarantee. It protects both parties' interests to the greatest extent, ensuring the victor receives the spoils.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That is a necessary step.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, seeing Perturabo accept every rule and condition, smiled with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also needed a pact, to prevent any post-match reneging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That man needs to be sent to the Emperor himself for a thorough reworking and repentance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched what Perturabo had just done and quietly reflected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron was even more twisted and extreme than before, and likely even harsher on the Iron Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those loyal Chaos warriors were truly unlucky to have such a gene-sire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More bizarre still, they showed no intent to resist, only to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they were high-ranking sons under other primarchs, this would have sparked a revolt long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have drawn forty-metre-long swords and smashed their gene-sire into paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because most high-ranking sons were not exactly mild-mannered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typhus, for example, directly stabbed his own gene-sire in the back, that big flappy moth Mortarion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luther, the First of the Fallen, bombarded Lion El'Jonson's fleet, and even put his gene-sire down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Erebus was on an entirely different level: he lured Lorgar into the pit, and then dragged other primarchs into it too, becoming one of the key figures behind the Horus Heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By comparison, the Iron Warriors, though fallen into Chaos Undivided, were top-tier honest men: smart, and extremely obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perturabo has sons this good, and he still doesn't appreciate it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden sighed. The twisted mind truly was full of contradictions, tormenting and testing even his own sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If another primarch tried this, he would probably have his life-support unplugged by his own gene-sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, stacked side by side…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard not to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Iron treated the Iron Warriors this way, and they did not revolt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lion did nothing, yet half of the Dark Angels betrayed him. They destroyed their homeworld and nearly killed the Lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the Dark Angels sealed the news and hunted the Fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This could never be spoken aloud. It was too shameful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their gene-sire became a stain of disgrace, clouding the Dark Angels' glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the Iron Warriors' loyalty and value-for-money were the highest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exactly the kind of Legion he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he won the Iron Warriors, he would be delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an entire Legion. How many years of development and resource investment would that save?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be an enormous boost to the Imperium's growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, they were intelligent, mechanically skilled, with large numbers of Warpsmiths, and they could move freely through the Warp and the galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their utility was even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why Eden dared to propose this to Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Iron Warriors were obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he won, they would most likely follow their gene-sire's prior order and accept the Savior's command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least at the beginning, their resistance would not be intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Eden and Perturabo's arrangements, preparations began for this special war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might be one of the highest-stakes wagers in ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both sides sent senior Librarians to construct Warp arrays and sorcerous formations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dreamweaver's personnel were evacuated, and the treasured fortress-vehicle was driven to the edge of the ritual storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other vehicles, such as the Imperial Emperor, did the same, approaching the arrays near the Warp rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior lost, the array would activate according to the agreed rules, instantly throwing the Dreamweaver, the Imperial Emperor, and other prized war-assets into the Iron Warriors' Warp-controlled zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would become the Lord of Iron's spoils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the Iron Warriors, under Perturabo's orders, swore that if the Savior won, they would become his Legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would die in loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not only a matter of honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was also the supervision of Warp arrays, the deterrence of a mysterious curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ensuring the Legion's transfer could proceed smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Preparations are basically complete. We should depart for the Lord of Iron's Chaos foundry-fortress.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden turned to Tarko, and asked again with lingering concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Based on current data, what's our win probability?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a massive bet. No caution was excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the informatics division continued to collect updated data and use analysis engines to predict our chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As events evolved and data updated, the probability shifted dynamically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted the latest figure before departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko received the newest probability and his face changed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior above, I… our latest win probability…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He projected the number as a hologram.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden saw it and nearly had his heart stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>99.99%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too unlucky. It was practically the same as announcing defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On paper, it was infinitely close to guaranteed victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a war in which the Changer of Ways was personally involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A number like that, from a superstitious angle, was naked conspiracy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would inevitably flip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This has to be wrong. Have them check whether anything was missed, and run it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He might be cautious and he might be holding back, but he could not endure the Changer of Ways tearing the world apart for sport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Guilliman had not stepped on the trap for him earlier, he would have fallen into the snare built by multiple Chaos Gods and been ground into the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not want to see that sacred number again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to resolve the Lord of Iron cleanly, and then find that brother who was currently being battered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior, the informatics division has received new intelligence data.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko frowned as he reported, worry heavy in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord of Iron's Chaos mechanical host has also employed Excindio-tech. Their individual combat capability is stronger than our automated troops.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had underestimated the Lord of Iron's technical strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would increase the risk of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"New intel…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bad news, but if it shifted the previous win-rate, then in a twisted sense, it was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning: this bad news was, in fact, the kind of bad news he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Eden saw the updated win probability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>69.13%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Savior's standards, it was awful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The risk was huge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So be it. At least it's better than the previous one. Some risks can't be avoided. If it's time to go, we go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, the risk this time was assets and resources, not his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Savior, nothing frightened him less than burning money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Dreamweaver and the Imperial Emperor were truly lost, then he would simply work harder, and try to fish new prizes out of the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The traitors' side is extremely dangerous. They might set a trap. You should take more guards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tarko watched as the Savior prepared to go to the foundry-fortress with only ten Custodian Wardens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden shook his head and refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too many would only make them wary or hostile, causing unforeseen outcomes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Lord of Iron won't set a trap. At least, not under these circumstances.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo was a supreme knot of contradictions, a proud and prickly creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the duel ended, he would not use a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he would remove obstacles and defeat Eden fairly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ever since Fulgrim's trap and that Maugetar Stone drained a large portion of his essence, he despised the idea of trickery even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He preferred overwhelming machinery and saturation bombardment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Eden's safety was secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if anything truly went wrong, he could always don his personal war-plate, the Armor of Redemption, and carve his way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble, rumble, rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead of the Imperial Emperor, a frenzied tide of Chaos machinery surged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In accordance with the agreement, the Lord of Iron released his mechanical host.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the most elite war machines, built with Excindio-tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were called Dark Automata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Eden's side, the Tempest Army Group released an equal number of automated battle-automata.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two mechanical tides slammed into each other, unleashing catastrophic destructive power as the surface of the world was torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first contest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A contest of machines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would not end until one side was annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Warp-Animated Chaos Foundry, the second contest, the contest of force, was underway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Custodes and large numbers of elite Iron Warriors faced one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center stood the dueling platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the two primarchs clashed fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their silhouettes interwove, so fast they left only afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Custodes and the Iron Warriors' elites had to strain to catch the remnants of motion, just to understand what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not a duel they could participate in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, both primarchs stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lowered his slender sword and shook his head in disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord of Iron. Your strategy was successful. I lost.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admitted defeat cleanly, and bowed slightly in the old etiquette of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elegant to the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was inevitable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo returned the bow, a faint sneer on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your swordsmanship is terrible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the contest of force, he had chosen the optimal solution: a pure duel of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a contest of technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This minimized the Savior's advantage in brute strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Eden preferred to crush opponents with overwhelming power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technique was where Eden was weakest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Savior had trained in swordsmanship for too short a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not defeat beings who had lived ten thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perturabo paused, then added, \"A pity you only met me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Against others, your swordsmanship would be enough to win. It's not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he mocked, he still praised Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rare occurrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord of Iron, perhaps I could ask you to teach me a couple of moves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Perturabo discussed swordsmanship, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No powder-keg. No killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Custodes and the Iron Warriors stared at the two primarchs chatting, both sides equally baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weren't they supposed to be at war?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why were they talking like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without realizing it, Eden had raised Perturabo's opinion of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To handle a twisted man, sincerity worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as you had the strength to back it up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That man was like a gloomy outcast with no friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep down, he craved a friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, he would never have been fooled so completely by Fulgrim's overtures in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We proceed to the third contest. This time, I choose the category.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden ended the discussion of swordsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contest of force had been chosen by Perturabo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the contest of knowledge would be chosen by Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not to hide it, I'm actually a man of culture…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sincerity was sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he still intended to win this special war and take the Iron Warriors Legion whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he would show the Lord of Iron what a true man of culture, a true artist, looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +30 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 300 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2917,"2026-06-06T13:29:21.401Z",1,"novelbin.me","338583c163af5b89d6cdbb197eaa69a98e9aa60eb7d2682bb93ae36d685f3fdf","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-639","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-637",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]